Tag: sadness
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Dark Sky
The sky this morn is black with crows, The rising sun an angry rose Casts blood in petals on the land. And I sing, to remember all I was In another age, in another time, Beneath a sweeter, brighter sky When all the world was you and I. White horses walked in sylvan glades…
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The Coming of Winter
A watery sun set about clearing the glaze of night-time snow, turning tiny icicles along the gutter edges into teardrops, sending little runnels of melt-water through the virgin white into hidden gutters and tinkling drains. By noon it might have been a spring day, for any trace there was of the early chill had gone,…
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